I was always curious how girls handled the first time or how much fear they may have had given the things they were told about how it would be.
Well, Spath, I made a pact with myself that I wasn't going to have sex until my eighteenth birthday, which me and my BF of three years or so made good on. He took me to the swankiest I-talian romancaria known as The Olive Garden and then he whisked me off to see 'The Last Samurai'!
Well, later, in the middle of the "event", I had the overwhelming urge to go pee. So, I got up and went to the bathroom. The look of mortification on his face when I came back...I will never forget it.
The description of Olive Garden had me rolling. >.>;
Interesting experience I must say. Lol
"Why did you leave?"
"I had to pee."
Ahhh, yes! Young love! :)